Throughout my life I've been through many stages and came to the realization that whatever you do, however you do it, no one will believe in you unless you have something to prove. That's how I see everything. Life is a big opportunity to prove something. But what is that something? That's for you to find out. My first time realizing this was when I was 5. My brother and I, Kevin, were playing with our action figures when we agreed that we were hungry. I, being the older brother made my way to my mom's room and asked her to make us ramen noodles. She looked at me and asked if we were actually going to finish it or waste it. I promised her we'd finish it and we did. She made it for us, and gave one plastic bowl to me, and the other to my brother. When we finished and put it in the sink, both happily placed ourselves back in our game.
A few minutes later, my mom burst in, as if someone were dying, nearly scaring dribbles of pee out of me. You would think that it was something really really urgent right? Nope. "Which one of you bent the bowl!" She started to yell, as I sat there looking more confused than anything. I thought she was trying to tell some kind of joke, which would've really annoyed me. Kevin must've understood what the hell she was talking about because he replied,"not me", and I slowly started to realize that one of the bowls that we used from the soup must've bent somehow. I don't see why its such a big deal but it didn't really matter to me because I didn't bend the bowl. What reason would I have to bend the freaking bowl? I told her it wasn't me and she broke my heart with 2 simple words..."get out." And she started to scream and all these thing and so I stood there while she pushed us out the front door, so confused, and slammed it. Me and my brother standing in front of the house.
My brother sat there crying, while I stood there using my imagination and knowledge of Television survival shows to figure out how we were going to live, when my step father came along and told us to walk with him. We walked up the block passed my uncle's house and I could've just gone there, and I would've, given another second to think. Still trudging forward, toward the boardwalk, we reach the platform and sat on a bench.
"He explained to us how he and her had gotten into an argument and she was taking her anger out on us." Back then, that was bullshit to me. It just made no sense. How could you build your anger with someone else and direct it toward another? It baffles me, the way that concept was set up. He said that I would see when I'm older. I've always hated that phrase..."you'll see when your older"... My eyes work perfectly fine now so what's stopping me from seeing something now than seeing the same damn thing 5 years from now? I was a very curious child and till this day curiosity gets the best of me, but only to things I put my mind to. Get to know me, you'll understand my logic.
We walked back to the house. All 3 of us walking to the front door, reeking of shame and disappointment. My mother was a scary woman to me when I was young. Police? Nah. Didn't have to worry about those till I was 7. These days the only thing that scared me was the dark and my mom, and I'm pretty sure I'd choose the dark over her any day. I walked back into my room and saw everything the way it was pre-kickout. So I turned the game off and later in bed like I'd been gone a week. And said to myself, "That will never happen again." I will never forget that because of course..it happened again
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Life Through My Eyes
Non-FictionDaniel Condell had been through pretty much everything a neglected teen could go through. Although he was bright and careless he wandered throughout his life searching for a purpose. A memoir of his life...
